[английский] Bulbeck, Laura (ed) - Lost Worlds / Булбек, Лаура (ред) - Затерянные миры [2018, EPUB, ENG]

An Echo of Gondwana by Mike Adamson
Tears of the Gods by Sarah L. Byrne
The Temple of the Cat by Thomas Canfield
The Lost World (chapters VII–X) / Затерянный мир by Arthur Conan Doyle
Wolf Brother's Song by Ronald D. Ferguson
Baryonyx Crossing by Kevin M. Folliard
Herland (chapters I–II) / Женландия by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
King Solomon's Mines (chapters VIII–XIII) / Копи царя Соломона by H. Rider Haggard
The Shell-Spire by Sara M. Harvey
The Lost Race / Затерянная раса by Robert E. Howard
The Man Who Would Be King / Человек, который хотел стать королём by Rudyard Kipling
At the Mountains of Madness / Хребты безумия by H.P. Lovecraft
In Ice Entombed by K.G. McAbee
The Face in the Abyss (chapters I–V) / Лик в бездне by A. Merritt
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder (chapters I–VI) by James De Mille
The Diamond Lens / Бриллиантовая линза by Fitz-James O'Brien
The Matter Concerning Mr. Symmes and the Hollow World by Michael Penncavage
Short Straw by Rebecca Schwarz
The Road to Cathacara by James C. Simpson
A Map of Illusions by David Sklar
Gulliver's Travels (part I, chapters I–VI) / Путешествия в некоторые отдалённые страны света Лемюэля Гулливера, сначала хирурга, а потом капитана нескольких кораблей by Jonathan Swift
The Sign in the Moonlight by David Tallerman
Adlivun (The Beneath) by Rachel Verkade
Journey to the Centre of the Earth (chapters XXX–XXXIX) / Путешествие к центру Земли by Jules Verne
The Lady of the Lost Valley by John Walters
In the Abyss / В бездне by H.G. Wells
The Country of the Blind / Страна Слепых by H.G. Wells

The Lost RaceRobert E. HowardCORORUC glanced about him and hastened his pace. He was no coward, but he did not like the place. Tall trees rose all about, their sullen branches shutting out the sunlight. The dim trail led in and out among them, sometimes skirting the edge of a ravine, where Cororuc could gaze down at the treetops beneath. Occasionally, through a rift in the forest, he could see away to the forbidding hills that hinted of the ranges much farther to the west, that were the mountains of Cornwall.
In those mountains the bandit chief, Buruc the Cruel, was supposed to lurk, to descend upon such victims as might pass that way. Cororuc shifted his grip on his spear and quickened his step. His haste was due not only to the menace of the outlaws, but also to the fact that he wished once more to be in his native land. He had been on a secret mission to the wild Cornish tribesmen; and though he had been more or less successful, he was impatient to be out of their inhospitable country. It had been a long, wearisome trip, and he still had nearly the whole of Britain to traverse. He threw a glance of aversion about him. He longed for the pleasant woodlands, with scampering deer, and chirping birds, to which he was used. He longed for the tall white cliff, where the blue sea lapped merrily. The forest through which he was passing seemed uninhabited. There were no birds, no animals; nor had he seen a sign of human habitation.
His comrades still lingered at the savage court of the Cornish king, enjoying his crude hospitality, in no hurry to be away. But Cororuc was not content. So he had left them to follow at their leisure and had set out alone.
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